"Target in sight, Elder," a scout reported, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and predatory hunger.
Elder Xuan Ni stood on the bridge of the Invictus, a colossal warship spanning dozens of kilometers. Beside it, dozens of smaller escort vessels swarmed like metallic hornets. Driven by ancient runes and spiritual engines, the fleet hovered in the high atmosphere, casting a shadow that swallowed the clouds.
Below them, the massive shimmering dome that had hidden Ethan's world for eons was finally visible.
"So, this is the place," Xuan Ni mused, his eyes narrowing. "Strange. It sits right on the edge of our territorial waters. Why was it never detected?"
Beside him, an expert in runic formations known as the Venerable Open Sky extended his withered hands, weaving complex patterns in the air. After a moment, he spoke. "The concealment matrix is damaged. If it weren't for that decay, it would remain invisible to us."
